13 October 2014

Notes - PL and Elderfelder / characters in Dead 7

         You and Carol awoke before dawn by active cats. You had a long soaker bath while Carol had breakfast and read the paper. Before awaken you had John Milton on mind and how beautiful Paradise Lost is written. You read a couple of the usual selections in Mrs. Gossett’s British literature class where Beowulf was your favorite until MacBeth, which was your favorite until Paradise Lost. Here were your favorite lines at that time.

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Th' infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile
Stird up with Envy and Revenge, deceiv'd [ 35 ]
The Mother of Mankind, what time his Pride
Had cast him out from Heav'n, with all his Host
Of Rebel Angels, by whose aid aspiring
To set himself in Glory above his Peers,
He trusted to have equal'd the most High, [ 40 ]
If he oppos'd; and with ambitious aim
Against the Throne and Monarchy of God
Rais'd impious War in Heav'n and Battel proud
With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power
Hurld headlong flaming from th' Ethereal Skie [ 45 ]
With hideous ruine and combustion down
To bottomless perdition, there to dwell
In Adamantine Chains and penal Fire,
Who durst defie th' Omnipotent to Arms.
Nine times the Space that measures Day and Night [ 50 ]
To mortal men, he with his horrid crew
Lay vanquisht, rowling in the fiery Gulfe
Confounded though immortal: But his doom
Reserv'd him to more wrath; for now the thought
Both of lost happiness and lasting pain [ 55 ]
Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes
That witness'd huge affliction and dismay
Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast hate:
At once as far as Angels kenn he views
The dismal Situation waste and wilde, [ 60 ]
A Dungeon horrible, on all sides round
As one great Furnace flam'd, yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible
Serv'd onely to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace [ 65 ]
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all; but torture without end
Still urges, and a fiery Deluge, fed
With ever-burning Sulphur unconsum'd:
Such place Eternal Justice had prepar'd [ 70 ]
For those rebellious, here thir Prison ordain'd
In utter darkness, and thir portion set
As far remov'd from God and light of Heav'n
As from the Center thrice to th’ utmost Pole.
O how unlike the place from whence they fell! [ 75 ]
There the companions of his fall, o'rewhelm'd
With Floods and Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire,
He soon discerns, and weltring by his side
One next himself in power, and next in crime,
Long after known in Palestine, and nam'd [ 80 ]
Beelzebub. To whom th' Arch-Enemy,
And thence in Heav'n call'd Satan, with bold words
Breaking the horrid silence thus began.

From Paradise Lost, Book One
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         1027 hours. What a magnificent selection of descriptive words. I am still impressed. In college I read the whole work for a class I created and Dr. John Coulter gave me credit for – Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained and Samson Agonistes. But I cannot leave this first book without the addition of another scene of description and dialogue – some of the best lines ever written in the English language.

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Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime,
Said then the lost Arch-Angel, this the seat
That we must change for Heav'n, this mournful gloom
For that celestial light? Be it so, since he [ 245 ]
Who now is Sovran can dispose and bid
What shall be right: fardest from him is best
Whom reason hath equald, force hath made supream
Above his equals. Farewel happy Fields
Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail [ 250 ]
Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
The mind is its own place, and in it self
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. [ 255 ]
What matter where, if I be still the same,
And what I should be, all but less then he
Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: [ 260 ]
Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n.
But wherefore let we then our faithful friends,
Th' associates and copartners of our loss [ 265 ]
Lye thus astonisht on th' oblivious Pool,
And call them not to share with us their part
In this unhappy Mansion, or once more
With rallied Arms to try what may be yet
Regaind in Heav'n, or what more lost in Hell? [ 270 ]

From Paradise Lost, Book One
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         1039 hours. I think the writer of Shakespeare would be in a fit of jealousy upon reading/hearing such passages for the first time.

         You are lost in the dark thicket of such words and their meanings boy. – Amorella

         1043 hours. I am still amazed not lost and the stroke of Milton’s cadence. It is in such poetic lines of classical reasoning as this that I would have Elderfelder the babe dance.

         Now, there is an independent thought, boy. Post. - Amorella


         Mid-afternoon. Before sitting adjacent to Kenwood Road in Blue Ash after sharing a great tuna sandwich with lettuce and tomato and two fresh chocolate chip cookies from Marx Bagels, you stopped at the doctor’s office for your flu shot. Carol has to wait until next week for hers. Earlier you worked more on the yard prepping areas that had not come up with more grass seed then thinly covering the area with top soil and watering, soaking the paste together so it might survive tonight and tomorrow’s rainstorms. – Amorella

         1508 hours. I remember doing this last year about this time. Some seeds grew and other areas did not, but it was soon enough weather-wise and it most all came up before mid-November and that first extensive snow. It is 70 degrees and we have the windows down and the top open on the Honda. Nice day. Carol is on page 574 of a Dave Balducci book and I am mostly watching traffic go by. The winds are picking up out of the south, the flag is mostly straight out and a few clouds have darker bottoms.

         You watched “Manhattan”, “CSI” and a “Revenge” as well as NBC News after taken an hour and a half nap before supper of left over still excellent (cold) meatloaf and raw carrots. - Amorella

         2227 hours. What is the theme of Dead 7? I thought the Milton/Paradise Lost lines might be a precursor to Dead 7 but Elderfelder changed that.

         Not necessarily, boy. We are moving to the thoughts of one of the ancient dead marsupial humanoids, a shaman, the spirit of Cleric who saved Elderfelder in real life not the romanticized version in storytelling. This will be a lead in of sorts to Pouch Seven. – Amorella

         2235 hours. This was unthought consciously until I just read it on the screen. I suspect the squirrel-like helper myth of Elderfelder came from Romulus and Remus legends on the founding of Rome. Does this ghostly Cleric engage Merlyn or is it the other way around? I have never thought of two ghosts one from each species actually meeting. Where is the setting?

         You are intrigued. Tomorrow is soon enough. Post, Richard. - Amorella 


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